If you read last week’s post, you’ll know I haven’t enjoyed any of my pregnancies. In the last stretch of what is definitely my final pregnancy, I thought I’d share some of the things that have gotten me through.
1. A preggie pillow
This is a large, banana-shaped pillow that makes sleeping slightly more comfortable. Jacques bought me a new one for my birthday, which happened to fall in the first trimester, and I don’t think I could have been happier with any other gift. The pillow supported my growing bump and gave me something to hug when I was feeling like death warmed up.
Bonus: it doubles as a breastfeeding pillow when the pregnancy is over.
After my first pregnancy, I went off ginger and crackers as nausea relief. This time around, I was so desperate I tried them again, but they didn’t help. I also tried salt and vinegar chips, Fritos, Fanta orange, Lucozade, Marie biscuits and Energade, all of which worked for only a few days. My gynae eventually suggested Essentiale, which helped curb the vomiting but didn’t stop the nausea.
I thought I’d managed to skip the heartburn this time around, but ’twas not to be. With the girls, the heartburn struck at night and I got by on one Rennies a day. Peanut, who I’m fairly certain is going to be born as a mini Chewbacca, has me sucking on three to four Rennies over the course of the day.
4. Hot water bottle
I mentioned the ligament pain in a previous post, but I don’t think I emphasised just how bad it is this time. “Your muscles are weaker,” they say. “Everything’s looser with number three.”
Even my gynae shrugged it off when I listed my woes. “Ah, it’s the third. I bet no one feels sorry for you this time around.” He also told me I’m one of his more relaxed and experienced patients, which I’m hoping he meant as a compliment.
It turns out there’s not much you can do for ligament pain. My hot water bottle is my new BFF on the days when I can’t walk anymore.
5. A toilet seat cover
Sure, they’re kitsch, but when you’re getting up three times a night in the middle of winter because someone is jumping on your bladder, the small comforts mean so much more.
Speaking of which …
6. The small comforts
Woolies’ vanilla chai, peanut butter and bananas on toast, mac and cheese. Bio Oil, scented bodywash and lotion, fluffy socks. A good book, binge watching Downton Abbey, a purring cat snuggling my bump.
What are/were your pregnancy essentials?